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my experiences with overwatch characters
  • genji: despite all the 'i need healing' memes, they're usually pretty nice. they know the entire team is watching and waiting for them to crash and burn
  • mccree: either spawn from hell or just here to have a good time (usually the latter). will probably try to say hi at the enemy spawn
  • pharah: very friendly. will almost never get their ult to go off but won't be salty about it. thanks healthpacks
  • reaper: KINKY. either cursed as shit or will say hello to anything and everything. anyone that mains reaper has dreamt of him crushing their head between his monster thighs
  • solider 76: VANILLA. it's okay though, most people want to fuck him but can't explain it
  • sombra: definitely only here to have a good time since she's basically useless until the devs give her a monster buff. if the player spams the boop voiceline you will hear that noise in your nightmares forever
  • tracer: very high chance they're gay. very high chance one of the enemy team will switch to tracer because they're annoying
  • ana: absolute sweethearts who will risk life and her other eye to keep you alive. secretly enjoys watching the person she's nanoboosted lose their fucking mind trying to make the most of it though
  • lúcio: again, really sweet. unless they're on ilios in which case he's public enemy number one and even if he's on your team you shoudn't trust him
  • mercy: probably picked healer because everyone else picked genji and hanzo. alternatively, a masochist. if the pistol is used a lot they probably mained medic in TF2 and don't fear god or death
  • zenyatta: most likely play competitive too much. another top tier picks for gays but they probably have clinical depression
  • symmetra: [flicking teleporter on and off] welcome to my reality welcome to my reality
  • reinhardt: in the top three most likely to say hi in spawn. please get behind him
  • roadhog: this one is skin dependent. normal roadhogs are like your weird uncle but roadhogs with the islander or junkenstein's monster skin are maniacs and will hook your entire ancestral line across the map
  • winston: i've only ever seen like three. cryptids
  • zarya: tied with tracer and zenyatta as a pick for gays. a good zarya will take your bullets and shove them back up your ass at mach-1 speed
  • d.va: the chaotic good of the universe. probably has play of the game before the match has even started
  • bastion: probably tried to play bastion in competitive once and that was enough. anyone that places him on that elevator thing in hollywood is a scorpio
  • hanzo: they take skirmish way too seriously
  • junkrat: THE CHAOTIC EVIL TO D.VA'S CHAOTIC GOOD. the sound of a riptire is actually an effective tactic to kill the enemy team irl because half of them will have a stroke out of stress
  • torbjörn: lava eating machine. all of them are cursed and i'm personally afraid of him
  • widowmaker: 57 shots, 1 kill. if they're using the odile skin they're probably a straight male
  • mei: fuck you to hell
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M a k e  M e  C h o o s e → gwydionae said: Star vs the Forces of Evil or Gravity Falls

That Earth turd means that much to you?

“He’s the best turd I’ve ever known.”

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Requested by :@frostbittemyheart

“Oooh oooh I’m sorry I keep requesting many! I’m just so excited!!! Can I have a sexy boyfriend gym snap of JACKSON WANG?! Teehee~”

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Grimmjow and Ichigo’s co-inhabitance adventures! Because I keep thinking of stupid scenarios and they won’t go away until I draw them.

A few more doodles under the Read More

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TIMELESS FANS!

We did okay, I suppose. I didn’t think the ratings were extraordinary per se, but at least we didn’t drop either! Kripke said we did “solid”, but we have to keep it up until the season is done! OUR WORK IS NOT DONE HERE.

This happened last Monday, Jan 23rd during the live broadcast of The Murder of Jesse James. We need to keep it up! Let’s not assume anything and keep the livetweeting going during the 4 remaining episodes!

DON’T FORGET. TWEET WITH US FOR KARMA CHAMELEON ANY TIME YOU CAN! THE LIVE BROADCAST TIME IS IDEAL, BUT JUST TWEET ANY TIME IT’S CONVENIENT FOR YOU! 

SAVE THE DATE! MONDAY, JAN 30TH, TWEET #TIMELESS & #RENEWTIMELESS @nbc @NBCTimeless @sony!!!!

Tweeting directly at those accounts is important, but the most important part are the hashtags! If you have trouble fitting everything into the character limit, drop the @ and go with the hashtags! The hashtags are essential.

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“I’ve been messed up forever because of Cam. Thanks to you I’m finally getting past it… I need you in my life, Zig… We can protect each other, okay?”

for nicola | ilu ♡

this is not my edit but have ya’ll heard, ELENA WILL BE BACK FOR THE FINAL TO EPISODES. sorry that i’m so inactive but the holidays are here and i’m gonna have more time to keep up with you guys :)

1 month, 26 days, 15 hours, 45 minutes, 12 seconds [tyler joseph]

Originally posted by twentyonepilotssssss

warnings: near death experience and fluff

request: @castawayrejects⇻ a soulmate AU in which you have visions of your soulmate, but you can never see their face or identify their voice. Along with the visions, you have a tattoo of a timer on the inside of your wrist that counts down the time until you meet said soulmate.

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italics = visions

    0 Years, 1 month, 26 days, 15 hours, 43 minutes, 12 seconds.

    That was the daunting time that haunted you.

    It laid across the soft, pale flesh of your inner wrist. The dark, cursive lettering stood out against your pale skin. The letters and numbers were almost frightening, as they told you the exact moment that your life would change. Normally, you had no prior knowledge of the strange and mysterious things that were going to happen to you. In any other instance, you might have wanted a timer for those sorts of things. It would have softened the anticipation and cured the nervousness and anxiety of not knowing whether or not something would happen.

    However, this was not an instance that you wanted a timer for.

    The elegant writing made your insides turn and your head run crazy with uncomfortable and irrational thoughts. Your insides would erupt with nerves, and the timer would do nothing to quell the storm. Meanwhile, your head considered every possible situation. Some of these thoughts were encouraging and pleasant; these were the ones that detailed your happy life with your soulmate. Images of the unidentified man and him falling for you passed through your head. You saw the two of you living together in harmony, surrounded by your few children and a plethora of happiness.

    Sadly, those thoughts were demolished by horrid ones; insecurity, anxiety, and fear.

    These thoughts pushed your happiness aside, and instead, let your brain and body cave in upon themselves. Images of your soulmate not loving you, or hating how you looked flashed violently before your eyes.

    Letting tears escape your eyes, you buried your face into your bare knees. Covered only by a large shirt and a small pair of shorts, tears were allowed to fall freely onto your open skin. When you allowed yourself to fall back against the plush couch cushions, your eyes grew heavy. They fell shut for a few moments, and you attempted to reopen them, but to no avail, they closed and you were sucked into a deep sleep.

    You’re shaken out of your stupor by a hand being laid gently across the back of your shoulders. The person’s touch is electric, causing you to shudder underneath their skin. Besides the initial reaction, the feeling was something that you wanted have again. You wanted to drag your body closer to theirs and hold them as close as physically possible.

    So you let yourself.

    You cuddle yourself into the person’s shoulder, nudging your nose gently against their chest when you move your head to reach a more comfortable position. When you wrap your arms around their waist and the same small sparks flow throughout your frame, you realize that there was only one person who could make you feel this way; only one person who could make you react to their touch in this way.

    Your soulmate.

    Looking up at him, you sigh when you’re unable to make out his face. You can, however, spot significant features of his. Like the dark tattoos that were imbedded in his skin. On the arm closest to you was a few rings. There were two thin bands wrapped around the skin above his elbow, and one wrapped around skin just beneath it. Because of the flimsy tank top that adorned his torso, you could also see the tattoos that scattered across his chest. There was one of four different rectangles placed together, and some other ones that you could not quite identify. Giving into temptation, you let one of your hands trail up to his arm. Letting the rough tips of your small fingers trail across his the dark ink wrapped around his lower bicep, you sighed out in joy.

    Moments later, a giggle erupted from the mouth of the man sitting beside you. You perked up immediately at the sound. The sound was so cherubic and pure that you thought angels descended from Heaven should be jealous.

    You turn to face the man, a smile gracing your cheeks as you watch him. Continuing to trace the tattoos, you let one of your hands drop down to his side, wanting to trace the tattoos the were inked into his chest. The man sitting next to you shudders under your touch and you turn to face him with befuddlement written across your features.

    “What’s wrong?” You question.

    He looks down at your delicate face, probably not able to make out any details either. He laughs softly and speaks in a voice only slightly above a whisper, “It tickles.”

    You stare up at him for a few moments before you erupt into your own fit of giggles. Your soulmate laughs along with you before you suddenly turn to face him with a serious expression. A plan begins to formulate in your head, and you smirk as you watch it begin to play out.

    Your soulmate seems to understand the idea that ran through your head, and he began to back away slowly. You chuckle and begin to approach him like a lion would to it’s prey. He begins to laugh and he turns to run, but before he can, you pounce.

    Leaping from your spot on the couch, you land on top of him with your legs straddling either side of his. You began to dig your fingers into his sides, and he attempts to escape your clutches, squirming and giggling. His laughter causes a smile of your own to widen your cheeks. Your soulmate continued to try and escape your fingers as you mercilessly tickle his sides. Loud gasps of air and pleads for you to stop fill the room, and the laughter that escapes his mouth, fills your heart.

    He finally lets out a shriek, “I give, I give!”

    You chuckle, but let him go nonetheless. When he finally regains his breath and his wits, he looks at you.

    “That was mean, baby,” he pouts.

    You giggle wordlessly before responding, “Don’t be a sore loser, Tyler.” You do not know how you know his name; all you know is that the words slipped so seamlessly from your lips. It seemed as if you had known it all along, the name just floating around in the back of your head.

    Tyler shook his head and laughed under his breath, “Maybe I am.”

    You laughed and moved to lay back against his body. When you rested against his chest, laying in his lap, his arms wrapped around your waist. He pulled your body impossibly closer to his before laying his hands on either side of your waist, just below your ribcage. He nuzzled his soft nose into the skin of your neck.

    He speaks once before his hands delve into the skin at your waist as he tickles you, “Maybe I just have to get you back.”


        You wake later that morning in a sad haze, realizing that your soulmate was not asleep in the spot next to you. Reaching out with your fingers, you grope at the empty space beside you. Crumpling the silken sheets between your fists and stared up at the ceiling, counting the cracks.

    At least you finally got to learn his name: Tyler. The name seemed to fit him, and the acquired knowledge you obtained causes a rush of happiness and euphoria to fill your body.

    When you finally shrugged out of the bed to get ready for the day, your only thought was him.

    Tyler


    0 years, 1 month, 26 days, 15 hours, 43 minutes, and 12 seconds.

    Those were the letters and numbers scrawled across Tyler Joseph’s wrist. The thin, black ink made his stomach turn with nerves.. He did not know how or why, but his soul had been tied to yours in some strange way. Destiny and fate were the words that people often used in this sense. They would say that it was destiny that had tied to the two lovers together. Tyler did not think such a thing as destiny would tie two people together, but not even let them know each other’s name.

    Tyler let out a sigh of frustration when the thought arose in his head. He could not believe that he didn’t even know your name. The one girl that he was supposed to be with forever was nameless.

    Scratching his forearm and rubbing his hand along his hairline to wipe away the sweat, Tyler laid back against the couch. He scratched the scruff that was growing along his chin and jawline and thought about you.

    What did you look like? What color was your hair? Did you have freckles? What was your personality like? Were you sweet and kind? Or stubborn and strong?

    Thousands of questions ran through his head, causing Tyler to grip his skull between his hands. This was the exact reason why he did not like to be left alone. The second he was by his lonesome, his thoughts took over.

    Irrational, problematic, anxiety-filled, nervousness, and fear were just some of the few emotions and thoughts that overwhelmed him. It was often that Tyler struggled to repress these things; usually, he would just let them overtake his mind, and he would sink into a deep pit of silence and sadness.

    However, this time, he managed to block out the thoughts and laid back against the tan couch cushions. He let his heavy eyelids shut and softened his breathing, letting sleep envelop his mind and his body.

    Tyler Joseph was tired.

    After a long day of working with his best friend Josh, singing his lungs out, all he wanted to do as go home and sleep. He wanted to bury his face into the pillows on his bed, drag your body close to him, and just sleep.

    You, however, were having the time of your life at home. You had called in to work sick that day, meaning that you could spend the whole day doing whatever you wanted. For you, doing whatever you wanted meant cleaning. Your house had been a mess for the past couple of weeks; with Josh coming to spend the night every once and a while and your friends doing the same, it was a disaster.

    You had started by plugging in your headphones and clicking shuffle, letting the music take over. Getting lost in the music led to you dancing and singing while cleaning the house.

    The first thing you went to fix was your room, gathering all the useless items and throwing them away. Next you put away all yours and Tyler’s clothing and belongings; followed by vacuuming the room from top to bottom. You wiped the windows so clean that you could see your reflection in them, and you even organized your closet.

    This process was then moved to the next room in the house, then the next, and the next. By the time Tyler was to come home, you were cleaning the living room. You had a mop out and your socks on, dancing to the beat of the music. You moved your hips back and forth to the bass that thumped in your ears and sang to the tune of the music.

    While you had your eyes closed, Tyler had managed to enter the room. He watched you as you sung and danced around the living room that you shared. A smile tugged at the corners of his lips as you moved your feet in time with your hips. He let out a small laugh and watched with complete adoration in his eyes.

    Tyler had never seen anything more beautiful in his life. This one girl was the light of his life, the sun to his day, and the moon to his stars. You managed to make him happier than he had ever been in his entire life. Everything you did managed to bring a smile to his face and a pang in his heart. When you smiled, Tyler was sure that the sun would be jealous of how bright it was. When you danced, Tyler was sure that the rest of the world wanted to dance with you. When you sand, Tyler was sure that the song birds would sing along. He noticed every little thing about you, and he loved all of it; like the one dimple you had on the side of your face when you smiled, or the constellation that the freckles on your face made. Other things like the frown that you tried to hide or the emotions that you had managed to bury were things that he could see clear as day. Of course, he was the one to get that smile back on your face, with a glint of pure happiness in your eyes.

    Tyler moved forward, planning on just watching you for a few moments more, but he changed his mind. He took small steps towards your body before he reached you, facing your back so you could not see him. Tyler took one daring step forward and then lunged to grab you by the hips.

    When his large hands grasped your waist from behind, you let out a squeal of surprise. Turning your head in embarrassment, you looked at the side of Tyler’s brown hair, as he had his face buried into the back of your shirt. He picked you up by your waist and spun you around in the air for a few moments. He placed your body back on the ground and kissed every inch of you face. He delicately placed each kiss on each of his favorite features of yours, eliciting another squeal from your mouth.

    Tyler laughed and stilled so that he could stare into your eyes in silence. His eyes flickered from your eyes to your lips on occasion, but you let it pass, knowing that he just wanted to kiss you again. Although he could not identify your face in these visions, he was able to see the freckles and the smile that you gave him.

It made his heart soar.

    Pulling away from him, you let out another soft laugh before placing your head into his chest, and letting him wrap his arms around your waist once again.

    “Please tell me you did not see me dancing around the house like an idiot,” you whispered into his chest.

    Tyler let out another laugh and pressed his lips to your forehead before speaking, “Yeah, I did.”
    You groaned and attempted to bury your face further into Tyler’s chest, but he tightened his grip on your hips and laughed a bit harder.

    “C’mon, baby. I thought it was cute,” Tyler chuckled, pressing sweet kisses to the top of your head.

    “It was embarrassing,” You whined, tilting you head back up to look at him.

    “It was adorable,” Tyler corrected.

    You let out a small laugh and buried your face back into his chest. Tyler began to hum a song under his breath, rocking the two of you back and forth. Picking up on the song that was being hummed, you joined in, the two of your harmonizing sweetly. For the rest of the night, the two of you just rocked back and forth until you were tired.

    When Tyler woke up later that morning, he was disappointed to find that you were not in the bed beside him. He reached out with an open hand and felt the space beside him to make sure that he was not just hallucinating your absence. He gripped the sheets into a tight fist and rolled his head back to look at the ceiling, counting the cracks.

    At least he now knew your name, seeing as he had whispered it during the vision. The name fit you so perfectly, almost as if God had made you just to be the perfect fit.

    Tyler rolled out of bed to get ready for the day, with only one thing on his mind: you.

    His soulmate.


    26 days and 14 and a half hours later, you were in a panic.

    That morning had started out absolutely horrid; waking up late, which meant that you could not get a ride from your friend. That also meant that you had to walk to work, which was at least a thirty minute walk. However, you needed to be at work in fifteen minutes.

Lunging out of bed and rushing to the bathroom, you quickly turned the knobs on the shower, stripped off your clothing and threw open the door. Rinsing the soap of your bod as quickly as possible and not fully-drying yourself, you sprinted from the bathroom to your bedroom. Digging through your closet, you came up dry, not managing to find a single, clean outfit to wear.

You let out a small scream before moving towards your hamper and throwing on the least smelly outfit. You grabbed a pair of black converse and slipped them onto your feet and raced towards the door.

Throwing it open and rushing out, not before locking said door, you began running in the direction of your work. You pushed your feet as fast as they had ever been before, not even caring about the people you pushed out of your way. You raced in between pedestrians and bicyclers, trying to shorten the time that it took to get to your job.

When you reached the corner of a block, the crosswalk sign was red, meaning that you could not cross the street. However, it was a slow moving day and there were no cars passing through the intersection. Knowing that you only had a few minutes to get across that street and into your office, you disregard all safety and rational thought.   

Letting out a deep breath, you pushed off the sidewalk and into the street, ignoring the honks and horns of cars that were clearly unpleased by your disturbance.

You made it halfway across the crowded street before you heard a horn. You ignored the loud, blaring sound, and the obvious warning signs, and continued to sprint across the street.

It was then that you heard a familiar voice cry out. You turned to face the street, just to see a car speeding through the intersection, clearly not taking any notice of you as they went. Your eyes widened when you realized that you were about to be hit and possibly killed by that car. In those few milliseconds before the car would hit you, you felt your life actually flash before your eyes.

A lot of people sometimes do not believe in such things as your life flashing by before you die, but this was real. You were about to die and you watched as your most prized moments flew by in front of your face as if you were watching a movie inside your head.

Finding your best friend in the eighth grade.

Your eighteenth birthday.

Turning twenty one.

Having your first legal drink.

Breaking your arm for the first time.

The first time your soulmate clock had no years left.

Then it occurred to you that you would never met him. The man you would spend the rest of your life with. He would live a lonely life without you, and you would never get the chance to meet him; never get the chance to get married or have kids. You would never have the chance of happily ever after.

Realizing that there was nothing you could do, you braced yourself for the impact and the oncoming pain, but it never came.

Instead, you felt arms wrap around your waist nad your body being pushed to the side. Your body was thrown away from the car that came barreling towards your body. Before you could question what had happened or who had pushed you away, a body landed on top of yours. The care that would have hit you streaked by, continuing on their way.

When you turned to look up at the person who had saved you, you noticed something on your wrist.

Straight zeros.

0 years, 0 months, 0 days, 0 hours, 0 minutes, 0 seconds.

The person who had saved you was your soulmate, and you were finally meeting him.

Raising your eyes, you found that Tyler was already looking at you.

And he was the most handsome man you had ever seen.

Gorgeous, soft brown hair cut to a short length and styled perfectly. His face was completely untarnished, with no blemishes in sight. A small bit of stubble was growing near his chin and the same tattoos you had dreamt of were decorating his arms and torso (you could see them because of his tank top). His eyes were the last thing you noticed, as they were a beautiful shade of brown.

Even though most people described brown eyes as boring and not creative, you loved them. Because while everyone was out looking for other colored eyes, no one was looking at the beauty of the brown eyed people.

And this man’s brown eyes were the most beautiful you’d ever seen. They were deep pools of chocolate brown and you sunk into them like puddy.

When you finally got the courage to speak to him, you were not able to come up with a single thought, besides the fact that you wanted to kiss the living daylights out of him.

So you did.

Kissing your soulmate in the middle of a traffic filled street after almost getting hit by a car was not something you thought you would be doing today, but fate does work in mysterious ways.

He kissed you softly, as if he was scared that he would hurt you. His lips were soft, something you never thought they would be. You were addicted by his lip, letting him suck your lower lip into his mouth so he could kiss you sweeter. You were practically drowning in him.

When he finally pulled away, you both gasped for air and he smiled softly, “I never thought that the moment I met you, I’d be saving your life.” He chuckled at the end of his statement, a happy tear falling from the corner of his eye. A similar tear fell from yours and you laughed fondly at him.

“Ditto.”

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A/N; Sorry that I’ve been so inactive lately I’ve been lacking in the ideas department. However, I have several on the way so keep your eyes peeled! 

“Ashamed of his monstrous form, the beast concealed himself inside his castle, with a magic mirror as his only window to the outside world.  The rose she had offered was truly an enchanted rose, which would bloom until his twenty-first year.  If he could learn to love another, and earn her love in return by the time the last petal fell, then the spell would be broken.  If not, he would be doomed to remain a beast for all time.  As the years passed, he fell into despair, and lost all hope, for who could ever learn to love a beast?”

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The Legend of Korra Rewatch: Korra Alone—► {Korra}

Dear Asami, I’m sorry I haven’t written to you sooner, but every time I’ve tried, I never know what to say. The past two years have been the hardest of my life. Even though I can get around fine now, I still can’t go into the Avatar State. I keep having visions of Zaheer and what happened that day. Katara thinks a lot of this is in my head, so I’ve been meditating a lot, but sometimes I worry I’ll never fully recover. Please don’t tell Mako and Bolin I wrote to you and not them. I don’t want to hurt their feelings, but it’s easier to tell you about this stuff. I don’t think they’d understand.

Tomorrow is National Compliment Day so I’m going to try to give as many compliments as I can:

@hellascully - my first friend on here, thank you for being so kind and making awesome gifs

@sunshinetoday - thanks for keeping me up to date on everything and having such a a loving soul

@subject13fringe @gillyfangirl @emaleighadeux @snail-in-a-remote-control-car @didhehavealightsaber @jennysk0402 @panickedmilagro - my partners in crime, my touchstones

@thefallfiles - ur kindness and brilliant edits

@mulderscullyinthetardis @ad-zella  - keeping me grounded and entertained too

@notacleverxfileshandle @cosmic-files-87 - you girls are so lovely

@a-january-girl - mom goals! person goals! im gonna call you my mentor cuz i like it 😂

@crossedbeams - love your spirit

@lizzie1612 - ur sense of humor! omg!

@startwreck - freaking hilarious

@somekindofseizure @storybycorey @2momsmakearight @mldrgrl @edierone @need-not @piecesofscully and so many more fanfic writers including from above too - freaking let me live jfc! no but really you guys are great

@therobbinsnest - i’ve been meaning to ask if you will adopt me? your pride as a mom makes me emoitional! 27 isn’t too old to be adopted, right? 

@gillovny1013 - your kindness is like a super power!

@my-stubborn-mind - love our talks!

Other really cool and nice people:

@vickiweis44 @flexiblefish @huei-ming @thexxit @starbuck1013 @stupideffinbee @booksboobstvshows @here-forfun @medicaldoctordana @your-perfect-opposite @scullyinscrubs @norma-and-alex @foxanddanapetrie @caseykleinlife @horriblewithusernames @lilydalexf @hbctime @thethirstisoutthere @ihavefeministbones @skinny-gillian @becksndot5 @misshadley 

AND YOU TOO BECAUSE YOU’RE BEAUTIFUL AND SMART AND WITTY AND KIND!! Happy National Compliment Day! I’m challenging you to make it rain compliments today cuz we all could use some positivity right now!

The Office: Xemnas edition

AT LONG LAST, a conclusion to the PSO13 series. Originally i was just going to have Xemnas attempt to hold meetings with poor public speaking skills but as far as bosses go, the most polar opposite boss i could think of is Michael Scott from The Office, so obviously that’s exactly who Xemnas became in this personality swap xD

THE REST OF THE GANG:

Chill Saïx

Aggressively Heterosexual Marluxia

Serious!Demyx

Bara!Vexen

Nochill!Xigbar

teddybear! Xaldin

OHSHC!Zexion

Lexaeus won’t STFU

Bumpkin!Luxord

Bigsis!Larxene

Villian!Xion/roxas

Shy!Axel